Water mimics sky, withholds resplendence of blue, dons a grey raincoat.
I search for sustenance with indifference – have difficulty navigating the aisles of available options. Divorced from former dreams, I hunger for renewed inspiration, encounter only loss and confusion. Goddess advises, and I, ear-closed irritated, hear only assertions of inadequacy. I exit possibility, have lost the vessel that once propelled me. (Linking up to Reena’s Exploration […]
When their hot tongues lie, I cry bitter milk – time can rip at friendly water, blow him from my sea, though his shot a show – am so blue, a bare want, in those lies dressed. (Poem inspired by the offerings of Magnetic Poetry online.)
